Everyone seemed to have a problem with her interrogating the giant mouse. What was their problem? If anyone could make him talk, Karina was sure it would be her. A little pain could go a long way after all. Yet instead she was shoved to the side and not given the chance to talk about that as Oswald seemed to take the lead in figuring things out. Every time Mortimer opened his big mouth, it made Karina want to punch his teeth in, but somehow she managed to hold back for the most part, though she was not happy about it. Karina kept herself separated from the group a bit as the complaining and supposed dramatic reveal happened. She didn't trust herself not to snap at the first person to say something she didn't like. She was in an awful mood after all of this and just wanted to get out of here and move on with whatever they were doing. Go somewhere new and do something that could distract her from her life. She supposed that really she was just running from her life, and honestly she was okay with that. She hated herself for being so weak, but she wouldn't stop running because it was all that she could do. Besides no one would ever want her to stick around anywhere for too long if she were to find a place far enough from her home, far enough from her life to settle down. There was a flash of light and in the midst of Karina's brooding she was brought to the center of a festival of some sort. While there now seemed to be an issue with two of the same person being there, Karina could bring herself to try to do anything about it but walk away. She could always kill one to fix the problem, but the others likely wouldn't let her. Besides that she had no suggestions and didn't like people staring at her. Without a word the the others she took her leave from the situation and found an empty space to stand and watch how it would all play out.
Alright so my fathers birthday party is over. I should have more time starting tomorrow to work on the thread. I want to get it done tomorrow but first I need to focus on catching up on the rps I am already in, posting and such since I have been too busy to do those for the last few days as well. The thread will be up this week.
Okay. I did my best to make up the thread. I hope it makes sense. By the end everything was starting to blur together. If anyone still needs help with post layouts let me know http://kh-vids.net/threads/post-layout-styles-and-the-how-to.154870/
I am just wondering if this is still being looked into or not. Is it even possible to do given the last two posts say two different things? If not I can make do without, but I would like to know the likely hood so I can plan the way I create the ooc thread for my new rp around it.
I will try and get it done in the next couple days, but my dads 50th is Sunday so my mom and I are rushing around to get things done and guest come in from out of town tomorrow. So my hands are full
Same as here. I will message you about rps later
You shouldn't just give up all together. I use to do both styles myself, one in a group with a few friends and others in forums that were longer. Try exploring different communities. I know that Roleplay nation has "Simple roleplays." I myself don't RP there but I think those are close. Also have you considered looking for one on one or small group roleplays with people on or off forums? Usually they are more flexible. If you want I would be willing to do a one on one roleplay and personally quite adaptable to what others write. I think there is still a community out there that you could fit into, it is just a matter of finding it.
Would it be helpful to anyone if I put together a role play layout thread. Just show a few examples of varying skills. Talk about the pros and cons of them. Give resources and instruction on how to create each layout. Stuff like that or people who aren't sure or just want to see some examples.
Well as I said it is an rp where everyone is dying. I will probably get it started next week, maybe sooner if they can remove double posting in the rpa still and get that done. So if school comes around and you can't keep up, well people die when they are terminally ill. It gives you an easy way of dropping out. And if you settle into the rhythms of school then you can come back with a new character. Or have your old one move to the icu for a while. That is the nice thing about this rp, I am trying to make it open for people who aren't sure if they can keep up or have time. So if you want to give it a try, I would love to have you join.
Well sorta like those two, but I got my inspiration from Your Lie in April and Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora. But yes you get to torment your characters if you wish, or you know make things better for other people and be all happy like and adventurous. But that is up to you. I would be glad yo have you along. Been a long time since I roleplayed with you. That will be totally fine. I can either just make one for you, or walk you through making your own if you would like. It is something you kinda just pick up slowly over time.
Okay so I had an idea for a hospital anime, something that brings some light to the dark side of reality of things. And while working on my idea I realized that it would also be a good roleplay for those who are new to roleplaying, or for those who might want to get back into it but are not sure about the commitment of it. So basically my idea takes place in a hospital around those people who are terminally ill, waiting to die. And while some have lost hope and don't want to do anything, there will be others who want to live the rest of their short lives to the best of their abilities. So this means sneaking out of the hospital, or having friends sneak things in. Going on adventures and dragging others out of despair, enjoying what time you have left if you can. While this will be a semi literate rp, I won't expect too much out of you. There is no real solid plot, more an open situation that you can have fun with. Three paragraph minimum, but if everyone sticks to that, it usually isn't hard to achieve. For those who don't know how to set up posts and layouts, I will always be happy to help. You can have as few or many characters as you like, and they can be patients, friends, or nurses/doctors. Since everyone is terminally ill, if you decide that you can't keep up with it or you just don't like it, it is easy enough to kill off your character. If you want to come back later, well hospitals have new patients all the time, and nurses can switch wards or hospitals and come into things. I only ask you post once to twice a week. If you are interested let me know. I am going to do my best to make this rp easy for anyone of any experience of rping to join if they so want. If you have any questions feel free to ask.
While Keenan might not have liked the command, he understood it. He couldn't really expect anyone to hold off against Aaron for him to get there, if undead Aaron still had the same skill set as alive Aaron. If he asked the general to change his orders, he would be asking the general to send his men to their death. While they may or may not be already marching to their deaths, Keenan would not encourage anymore than necessary. "I understand sir. I would not ask you to hold back and put your men in more danger." The thought of someone that wasn't their own putting Aaron out of his misery was not a pleasant one, but he could understand it and it could be necessary. Keenan was not about to argue it, especially not when these men were his only hope to save Veera. "We are getting close I trust you and your men are ready. I hope they are, for all of our sakes." Keenan commented in such a way that he hoped it wouldn't sound like he doubted their ability, more just hoping for the best. As he slowed his horse, he checked his gear one more time, to make sure he himself was ready. He had a few Swallow potions and his swords were in top condition. He wore a good set of witcher armour, so in theory he should be more than ready. However there was a little doubt in his mind, because this was not a typical contract. This time one of his family members life was on the line. Did being a mage really make her that special? Weren't there a lot of mages in this castle? Why was her being one any different. Maybe it was because she was a child mage and Archon needed a heir? Annabelle had met quite a few adult mages in her life, but she didn't actually remember meeting another child with powers like she had. Perhaps she was special. But certainly that couldn't make her special enough to be a princess. Ether way her mental questioning was cut short by more lessons. "Of course I know where we are. We are in Redania of the Northern Kingdoms." Annabelle announced, proud to know at least something of what was asked of her. It seemed up to the point all she could do was disappoint whoever happened to be teaching her at the time Matilda looked up to see Sigmund and no one else thankfully. That didn't mean Seth and Tessa were not here, but she didn't have to deal with them right away at least. And given how surprised he seemed that she was alone, Matilda guessed that they had not returned yet at all. Maybe they wouldn't return at all. Though that mattered little to Matilda, right now all that mattered was getting her supplies and back to her brother. Once she patched up Talon they would have to leave the city and then none of this stuff would be her problem anymore. "I had a bit of a disagreement with them you see. We went our separate ways so I could find my brother while they did their own thing. And well when I did find him, he was injured. I just came here to get my medical supplies and Greg's toy so I can make sure my brothers are alright. I don't mean to intrude or anything." Matilda tried to explain the situation as loosely as possible, fearing more detail would lead to more questions, and more questions meant delaying getting back to her brother who had a wound that needed properly cleaned and bandaged.
Roxanne was left downstairs to sweep the building, throwing out anyone that remained within, while Corvo dealt with Yorick. Well at least that meant the anger was off of her for the time being, and she didn't have to worry about being shot the moment she turned her back. It was slightly comforting she supposed. With that, Roxanne let a false happiness sweep over her dragging her into a familiar numbness that hid her from all her emotions as she skipped down the hall ways. It seemed like the werewolves that had taken up residence within the institute had cleared out on their own by that point, leaving little for Roxanne to actually do. She dropped by the training room for a brief minute to practice a couple tumbles, something that tended to help that fake smile settle in better. However her eyes remained dead. Something about the last few days had cause Roxanne to loose her way to the giddiness the was what she came to accept as normal. It went from what her whole being believed she was, to what she could force herself to be. Still it was better then living in fear and depression. Returning to the main room, Roxanne fell quiet as she waited for the others to be ready to head out. Honestly she was ready to get out of there and start some sort of adventure that she could be excited about instead of thinking about all that happened here, and the possibility of Tatania returning for them. Slavko shrugged at Gord's look. "Well it is an acquaintance of the lovely Brianne after all. Those two would look like they would have a good conversation while she checked out her groceries. So why not choose someone like that. Poor girl didn't really have any friends I could use to manipulate her, so I was forced to settle. You know how it is." Slavko responded casually right before Gord paged for Hestia. This could be quite interesting after all. It was the only reason he bothered to actually return to Gord. He had the chance to walk away, but chose to stay because of some odd human emotion. He supposed it was curiosity that kept him there. He wanted... no needed to see how it all played out.
See what you want, Aelin, and seize it. Don't ask for it; don't wish for it. Take it.
Felicia awoke to a throbbing head, and well... everything really. Her side hurt especially as she slowly came to the surface of reality. Taking her time, Felicia slowly lifted herself into a sitting position despite the protest of the werewolf that had been hovering over her checking her wounds. That werewolf was one of her own, she recognized her. However the rest of the werewolves around were not her own. Instead they belonged to another pack and she believed that pack was Rhetts. However not all his werewolves were here, and nearly none of hers were. Getting to her feet, despite her bodies protest, Felicia looked around then with fire in her eyes started to demand answers. "I want to know what the hell is going on. Where the hell my pack is, and where Rhett is. I want answers and I want them now. I might not be in the best of shape, but I can still floor all of you if you try anything." Felicia threatened as she paced the floor of the abandoned warehouse, eyeing one of the bigger werewolves for answers. She was healing quickly enough, that she planned to go find Rhett as soon as she had her answers here, and get answers from him as well. That or track down her pack. Hopefully someone had an idea where they were and she prayed that after all she did to keep them safe, they were in deed safe. "So what is the plan now?" Slavko asked Gord in a bored tone as he leaned against a wall in this new female body, watching Gord's every move. He hated having to work for this guy, but would do it for the sake of getting at the nephilim a little more. After all they were fun to play with. He had waited long enough, now he actually wanted to do something. He wanted to actually do something and not just wait for the right time.
It still merged my posts
For reference to what I am thinking could be done with ooc threads by removing double posting I made an example of what an ooc could look like on another thread with a little explanation to each section I would add. http://www.kh-flare.net/threads/roleplay-ooc-layout-example-thread-1.2458/ When you put it all in one post the post end up looking clustered like so http://kh-vids.net/threads/forum-wars-civil-war-ooc-sign-ups.152292/ On top of that you don't end up adding as much details because it becomes too much for one post, too much to look at. No one searching for a rp wants to read through all of it to see what is going on. You end up either having tabs for information sections and not doing so with the profiles, generally leaving those floating around in the ooc thread that get posted between conversation and hard to look back on. Or you have all the information in front of you in various spoilers but creating a really long looking introduction post, but you can add in profiles to it in order to make it easier for people to look at.
Would it be possible to remove the merging of posts in the RPA. When making an opening thread, OOC, or posting a numerous characters, putting everything that needs to be put in one thread can look crowded. We could use the tab system but it still makes it over all easy and visible. I have tried putting each character in tabs as well as OOC's but I find that the coding can mess up sometimes if you add too much and in general it can be a bit of a pain in the butt. By allowing double posts I could made separate spots in both the main thread and the ooc for things such as profiles, story, current day, time and weather, notices and updates, and so on. I have seen this implemented on another site and like the style, it keeps things more organized and looking neater. It also makes it easier to edit only one section. For example when I edit a profile in, I don't have to scroll through all the reserves, rules, plots, setting, updates and news, just to find the section I need to edit the profile into since it would be in it's own post. I would ask you to please consider this for the sake of the active roleplay community.
The room was too small and stuffy for Yvette's taste. While she generally was not particularly picky, she did like having enough room to spread her wings, something she did not have here. This had gotten on Yvette's nerves but it was still better than being shoved into a cell and locked up the entire time. That being said the room was not that much better given she was still locked in, guarded and had no real privacy. The cream walls were boring to stare at, the window only made her long to be in the pilots seat, and the desk and bed were nothing special to look at. This meant that Yvette found herself lost in her thought instead, leaving the small dull room behind, even as she paced the floor. Upon landing she had observed several species of beings aboard the ship that she was not familiar with. They were not part of the coalition, and outside that Yvette had not seen enough of the universe to know of all the species. She found her mind working to try to estimate what their worlds may be like and likely threat level. However given that they were all armed, no matter how big or small they were, and they had taken her only weapon from her, that meant that they were all a threat to her, she would have to be as careful as she could. Unable to stop pacing or thinking, Yvette decided to try and do something somewhat productive in the time that she had been left alone. She started to search the room for any possible supplies. She was not given much in her room. While there was a desk and a chair, there was no reading or writing material. There was a bed with sheets and blankets, but she couldn't really make use of those. The area that was declared a bathroom, despite the lack of privacy, only held what she absolutely needed and no extras. So that took away anything from the room as useful. There was no way she had enough things to build a proper trap in the room if someone were to come in, but perhaps she could at least make a warning bell so as no one could sneak up on her while she slept. First Yvette undid the ribbon the held her copper/auburn hair up and out of her face, allowing her hair to fall free down her back showing it's true length and beautiful waves that her mother had always been particularly proud that he daughter inherited. She then removed the necklace that she kept hidden beneath her clothing at all times. This was followed by a pin on her uniform that the top half now hung around her waste, leaving Yvette to move more freely, though that meant walking around in just her undershirt. That being said they were most likely monitoring her, and that meant at one point or another they would likely catch a glimpse of a lot more skin then she was showing now. Perhaps it was unbecoming of someone with her title, but Yvette couldn't bring herself to care. Yvette had been standing on a chair, stringing the ribbon that now had her pin attached, and her necklace to the ceiling, when there was a knock at the door. Taking one last quick look to make sure that everything was secure, she hopped off the chair and shoved it back into position by the desk, only a second before her door opened. Her warning bell jingled as Janus opened the door and while it was not as loud as she had hoped it to be, it was better then nothing. Perhaps later she would see if there was something she could do to make the hinges squeak as well. She wanted to make sure she would wake up if anyone tried to enter her room. When Janus started speaking, a slight scowl found it's way to Yvettes lips. She knew from the moment that she had stepped foot on this ship that he would look into who she was and discover it. That didn't mean she was happy about it, or wanted it to be acknowledge. "Just Yvette is fine. I do have a title, but it matters little. If you want to use a title then use Ensign. I may be a member of the royal family, but for the next couple years I am a lowly ensign with the coalition and nothing more. Well that is if you haven't ruined that for me with this little stunt of yours. Now mind telling me why I am here." Even as she stated her claim against being treated as royalty, Yvette still held herself in such a way that her high upbringing was clear. Her posture was perfect and her head was held high as she paced the small space that she had to walk in her room. It would probably pay not to bite the hand that fed her, but she was already getting stir crazy in this room and she didn't really feel like pleasantries at this time, especially not when she was being dragged back into the world that she thought that she could take a break from. She supposed her father was right after all. No matter what she did or how far she ran for how long, she couldn't escape what was in her blood. The blood of the royal family. And yet she still had tried only for it to follow her as soon as she got out in the field.
Ha talk about this. There was no chance in the world Karina would just let them talk this out. That mouse deserved everything that she was about to give him. While she could get down to him at the moment she did have the next best thing. Taking ahold of the canon that was in front of her, Karina began to fire it as rapidly as she could manage. "You don't deserve the chance to talk. You die now!" Karina had a dark look over her face as she fired again and again until at last Mortimer hit the ground. Only then did she ease up, but made sure to shoot a couple more for good measure. "Well we dealt with the shadow blot. And now that the damn mouse got what he deserved, can we leave this place at last?" Karina asked, her arms crossed across he chest, showing no sign of happiness over their accomplishment. By this point she was simply ready to leave this wretched place.
